For Colored Boys Who Considered Suicide When a Sex Change Wasn't Enuff

The power of Christ compels you!

Nuh uh, Pazuzu. I will not let you take this here child. Not until I can take a kiddie perm to his peasy head. And not until Jesus Power helps me rip those leotards off his legs.

This is what happens when you let Rihanna, Beyonce, Ne-Yo, and Trey Songz raise your kids for you: dicks turn into pussies and trollops are born.

I got a bible and a hot comb.  One of these is gonna work.

The Whores of Babylon

Give Jehovah a clap praise. Now, befo you put yo tithe in the plate, take a gander at these here heathens masquerading as God's children. Settin up there in front the TV gyratin and pulsatin and carryin on like hoes in a harem.  The three of them. Sodom, Gammorah, and Mary Magdalene.  There's so much Kotex in that room I could crochet me a blanket.  There's so much estrogen in that room, I can grow me a thousands breasteses.  There's so much yaki in there, I can make Vivica Fox pretty again.  Well, maybe not that last thing.  I ain't no witch.  But NTways....

Jesus said we shall know the beast by the mark, and these bitches is marked.

I blame Beyonce.  Her is the Anti-Christ.  Who else could turn men into women without surgery?

Lookahere:

Jesus Be a Fence!

"I just wanna be successful."  No bitch.  You just wanna-be.  Miss Erica West: STAN

Jesus, be a fence all around me, eryday!

I cain't.  I cain't no mo.  Y'all done got my pressure up and now I'ma need to whip ya tail.  Go on out there to the tree and fetch me a switch.  A big one.  Wit thorns on it.  And iffen you come back wit anything too small, Jehovah is gonna come down askin' me why come your blood is callin' out to him from the ground.

Y'all ever hear of this pussy cunt cunt named Eric West?   No?  Don't tell she that.  Her swears to Lucifer her's famous.  Matter fact, her thinks desperately trying to be famous is the same thang as being famous.  Her had the nerve to sing on a Six Flag demo and send it around like it was a forthcoming single from she non-existent album.  Her claimed to have a starring role in some d-list movie, but her was really just an extra.  Her's just an ex-Janet Jackson groupie (or maybe not so ex since her is still stalking Miss Jackson judging from this photo) with a Happy Meal and a four finger plan to try to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.  Gull, her missed, her missed, her missed like this.

But this whore got an extra bag of trickery.  Her gets turnt out by security guards and back-up dancers in exchange for them finding a way to get she onto red carpet events to be photographed or to get backstage to take pictures wit celebrities.  Her even had Miss Wikipedia thinking her was somebotee, until she card was pulled lovely and that ass got deleted.  Ooh, see.  Now this faker done got my sugar up.  Where's my insulin at?

Her's beat in that photo, though.  I ain't even gonna lie.  But beatness ain't stardom.  Ask ya grandmama if you don't know.

The devil is a liar, chile.  I'm sanctified.  But Ms. West ain't.  No honey.

She's gunkified.

When Cuntiness Goes Wrong

Y'all give me the swine flu.

Why come everybody think puttin a video on You Tube make them a starra? Get into this Living Vagina in the video below. You can't tell her she is not a bonafide woman with her imported yaki weave all braided up into a got damn Dilophosaurus hairdo.

I swear y'all freaks give me topics.

Jehovah, I'm yo witness:

Cunts Can Get Life Too!

I have only one word: Yassssssssssssssssssssssss!